"Close enough," she replies, stroking the iridescently blue wyvern on her shoulder. "This one showed up a little while ago and started trying to harass everyone at work. I can't seem to get it to figure out that it needs to migrate back to where it came from. Even carrying it there, they just came back."

What can you do, then, other than make the creature comfortable until they decide they want to fly away again?

"Stupid and troublesome beast. Barely even worth the bother to feed."

You ever see a dad insist they're not keeping a pet? Apply that to a half-elven woman.